Just as Tiger could no longer bear the pressure and tendered his resignation to Fleet Marshal Raymond.
Another Army General.
Douglas Bullet was drenched in sweat as he practiced a set of his own boxing techniques inside his personal gravity room.
It had no name.
He was simply repeating the combat movements he was accustomed to.
Even so, if any combatant below the rank of general witnessed it, they would still benefit immensely.
The number displaying the gravity multiplier in midair was an astonishing two-digit 12!
Back then, they had found even running under five times gravity difficult.
Yet now Bullet could move relatively normally under twelve times gravity.
This was already very close to the fifteen times gravity Imu had trained under seven years ago.
It was truly remarkable, showing just how hard he worked!
The next moment.
Silver-white lightning crackled across the surface of Bullet's massive muscles.
In such a dangerous, high-pressure environment, he actually dared to rapidly stimulate the cells inside his body through friction!
Perhaps even Zephyr would not dare to be this insane.
Doing so not only divided his attention from his body, but also greatly depleted his Armament Haki.
Moreover, the higher the voltage of Current Driving, the greater the consumption.
But Bullet's gaze was incomparably resolute.
He had to desperately raise his strength, because only one final year remained before the ten-year agreement!
Hm?
What ten-year agreement?
When Bullet had first met Imu in the Empty Throne Hall.
Imu had told him that over the next ten years, he could challenge Garp once every year.
As long as he won even once, he would be allowed to challenge Imu again.
And that deadline was the year 1508—next year.
But Bullet could not see any possibility of victory now.
Because Garp had already awakened